Looking at all this strife,
People screaming for life,
Losing theirs with a knife.
He wonders why it always
Happens this way.
With all of the lost souls today.
He feels himself scream.
Like some twisted dream.
He wonders why his mind is so mean.
He feels all their pain,
All of the agony.
He bears the burdens of war.
In the dark he sees a light.
For once not a fight,
Some peace tonight.
He watches the knight of peace
With eager eyes
And a beating heart if he had one.
There before him,
The knight is cut thin.
The visage�s outlook now dim
There will be no end.
Using humans as toys
The two fought with reckless abandon
They care not for life
For they create it at will.
Their eternal struggle
Is summarized by a search for pleasure.
Taking for granite all that is around them.
They care not for it all.
It has lasted forever
And never will end.
Argos the wounded becomes
Argos the invincible.
Mercury takes flight
Being of the messengers
Not of war
And yet something snaps.
Is it competition?
Or is it fun.
Do they see joy in our pain
That they have caused?
Then after the Great Fight
Argos slumps down.
He feels a trickle on his side
And is gushing from a wound.
How can this happen?
We are gods
We live forever.
I cannot die.
Then Mercury responds
They have stopped believing
They care no more.
We will cease to exist.
At that moment is when
Argos saw his end.
The liquid gushing from his side
Is now clear.
His body formed a mountain
His eternal wound flowing water.
What he once controlled
He is now part of again.
Mercury takes his flight.
Looking for that shining light.
A place to disappear.
A fitting place for he.
As the story is told
They will gain strength
Just to suffer from being
Former gods, now without disciples.